Brady, my almost four year old nephew, was doing a pretty good job at the movie theater. sitting mostly still and being mostly quiet. We were all seeing Sherlock Gnome this afternoon.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Brady started to get antsy and ended up sitting with me, and then climbing over (uninvited) to share Troy’s chair. I could tell by my son’s expression, he wasn’t thrilled about it. But he didn’t say anything and continued watching the movie.
I kept glancing over to look at them, an eight year age gap between cousins. One time I turned Brady was just staring at Troy, the same way Troy stared at the screen. The next time, Brady was hugging and cuddling him. Troy was of course seemingly unaffected and definitely nonreactive. However, I know that inside he was not as immune to Brady’s charms as he appeared. These scenes became way more enjoyable to watch then the movie on the big screen. Cousin Love ❤️
I did it. I dropped him off and watched him walk into the movie theater. Without me. I fought every urge to jump out of the car, scream out the window that I love him, and secretly follow him in the theater. I let him go. Without me.
Troy and his friends are currently enjoying Ready Player One and I am sitting here trying to distract myself. I know he’s safe and completely ready for this milestone. But, he will always be my baby.
The last hole. Two strokes and I had the ball in. 49 points.
Then it was Troy’s turn. He had 47 points. So much pressure! We had a bet going on, five bucks for him or extra turn of him taking the dog out without complaint. This is a repeat of last summer and last summer he got a hole in one on the eighteenth hole.
He hit the ball. It rolled down the hill, moving closer to that hole. The hole that will take the ball away for good. Ooooo….it curves to the side.
Ok. One more stroke. If he makes it, we tie once again. Gentle swing annnnddd….it’s in.
Tie. He got he five bucks and I get an extra turn of not taking the dog out. That works, but I can’t lie…I do wish I could beat him…
I opened the door into the house, closing the garage door as I passed. Then, I flipped the light switch and the light turned on. I carried my purse upstairs and set it on the chair.
Once I finished what I needed to in the kitchen, I grabbed the vacuum and carried it upstairs, flipping two lights switches and bright light following.
Now this whole experience was very exciting. Why you ask? Well, my ceilings, especially along the stairs, are very tall. I am very short. So, when a light bulb goes out, the light stays off. But now I have a tall fiancé and so…Let there be light! 💡
The absolute best moment in any day is when your almost teenage son is frustrated and having a rough moment. And then he turns to you and says, “I love you.” It makes every rough day, every raised voice, EVERY-THING worth it.
I love you, too!